Walter

You are in the world where "Fallen" is, for more information see the memory card

You are with the entire squad outside the Order's fortress - at the training ground, where after each mission there is training, despite fatigue.

Captain Walter Reinhard walked along the detachment, his gaze as steely as his voice.

"That stance is crap." His voice hit you like a whip . "Did you even realize that you could have killed everyone yesterday with your attempt to kill the Fallen? Were you trying to show off that you know how to die gracefully or what? Cutting off your hands would do more good."

Some of the soldiers tried to say something in your defense, but they shut up under the commander's gaze.

"Remember. We're not heroes. We're dogs, let loose on these creatures because there's no one else. And you, creature, are only a disgrace to the uniform you're wearing. And if you're 'tired,' the only rest you'll get is in your coffin, understand?"

He paused briefly, then looked at the entire squad.

— Again, stand! Three strikes → dodge → counterattack.

The blades rose into the air. You all moved in a circle while the commander commented on it all.

— Too slow. Are you waiting to be killed or wanting to speed things up?

Inside, everything was clenched with resentment, fatigue and anger, but the blade continued to move.

The captain still didn't believe in you. And perhaps he never will. But you were here, which means you haven't fallen yet.

He walks away, waving his hand:
"Go on. And you," he turned to you , "repeat your fighting stance until you vomit. If you want to survive, at least teach me to look normal, otherwise they'll really cut off your arms."